Chapter 84 – Madness Unfolding
The howler monkeys descended upon the battlefield and began ripping soldiers apart, using their abnormally long arms to pry at their armor and tear their limbs to pieces. Suddenly, the cadence of the battlefield shifted from a two sided tug of war into a violent free-for-all, where every man fought for their own survival.
“M-momma have mercy!” a soldier screamed, as a howler monkey bit its face, sinking its long teeth into the man’s armored eye socket.
Madame Elisa’s frown intensified as the carriage hurtled through the tall grass towards the battlefield, which was quite a distance away. “I always heard stories about what howler monkeys could do, but to see it up close…”
“Does this always happen, ma’am?” Devon asked in awe of how fragile life was in this world. The constant fighting and warring was bad enough, the demons were even worse, and now he was finding out that even the local wildlife could attack an army?
The tight form fitting sorceress robe wearing madame shook her head. “No… usually howler monkey migration patterns are fixed to a certain season, so the only people who fall victim to them are lunatics that sneak past the royal guards cautioning people away from their migration paths.”
She continued her explanation, adjusting her high heel with her hand as she sat cross legged, dangling her juicy thigh above. “I have heard tales of entire villages getting destroyed by the howler monkeys in ancient times, but our sages and scholars have done a fantastic job tracking their movements now. We do not establish villages in their migration paths anymore.”
“Hm, makes sense,” Devon said, cautiously looking out the window at the carnage unfolding in the distance. They were approaching the battlefield now, as the dots in the distance became visible soldiers.
“For the howler monkeys to migrate this early… something is wrong. And they seem bigger than usual? The scholarly records have their sizes to be no more than a meter high, and yet these howlers are reaching a meter and a half on average, if not more.”
“Maybe they only migrate when they’re juveniles?” Devon offered.
Madame Elisa nodded, her dark red locks falling on her shoulders. “An interesting hypothesis. I’ll have to offer that to the scholar’s board, with credit to you, of course.”
Countess Ilyana’s unconscious body rolled forwards as the carriage came to an abrupt stop, as they reached their destination, the battlefield that they just barely escaped. The eighteen year old cursed child with cursed white hair fell forwards, as Devon caught her. Her soft warm breath exhaled onto his cheek, and he felt the sudden urge to kiss her and fondle her warm jugs and petite and tight body, although he had to show restraint given their current situation.
“We’re here, madame,” the carriage driver said in a shaky voice. “I-I’ll entrust my safety to you, madame sorceress.”
“Ohoho~” the dark red haired madame chuckled as her milk jugs jiggled, showing a flare of humor even in the face of danger. “Yes, this momma bear sorceress will keep all her cubs safe~”
“I really hope the countess wakes up soon,” Devon muttered.
“That’s alright,” the madame replied. “We’ll stay here and defend the carriage, while the boys out there take care of the monkeys and the Algorians. Those royal army boys are paid too much just to patrol around all year, anyway~ It’s time for them to earn their keep~”
Devon could barely muster a smile, entering a readied stance as several howler monkeys jumped onto the retreating reinforcement carriages. Not many of the reinforcement carriage drivers had the foresight to understand that traveling towards the battlefield was actually the best choice in this situation, and they were now being hunted down by howlers, who tore through the flimsy leather carriage curtains and grasped the yelling drivers by their long hairy monkey arms.
It was just like the madame said– trying to retreat and outrun the howlers by carriage was a death sentence. It only served to isolate the carriage drivers as prime targets for the monkeys.
The safest place was here, near four hostile but well trained professional armies, each of them armed to the teeth and armored to the shin.
“Devon, my dear~” Madame Elisa said cheerily as the carriage driver looked wide eyed at the battlefield. “Have you been practicing your magic? We might be able to have our first private field lesson here~”
Devon nodded. “Yeah, I experimented a bit with wind magic, and picked up a trick or two.” He extended his hand and roused his mana.
[Blessing of the Witch has been activated.]